If you continuously search the same six inches of your very large suitcase at intermittent intervals, such behavior can become seriously distressing very quickly.
Emotions run on high octane and it can be difficult to break the cycle. Intervention requires sensitivity, a quality which seems to dissipate under stress. In addition, if English is your second language there is a tendency to revert to the mother tongue and small words become irretrievable. It’s a process of adjustment, a bit like laundry, spray the stains, soak and steep overnight in bleach for a brighter future.
Most of the time we cope well and remain on track, but every once in a while something hits home. The words may be off but the sentiment is sound.
It is indescribably sad.
“You know Maddy?”
“Hmm?”
“I used to be so proud of my head.”
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2 comments:
i think of you often honey...
hugs, bee
xoxoxoxoxoxo
Awwww... poor old dear.
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